In einem Bachlein helle da scho? in froher Eil, Die launische Forelle voruber wie ein Pfeil. Ich stand an dem Gestade und sah in su?er Ruh Des muntern
Übersetzung: Schubert, Franz. Die Forelle.
: i'm sick of coloured hair don't care about what you wear i hate the things i see don't care about anarchy i'm sick of boring bands rock stars and all
: Tired Of This Done With That Never Satisfied With Where I'm At I Sit And Think What To Do Just A Motherfuckin' Bore Without A Clue Shot My
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: shui shuo ai shang yi ge bu hui jia de ren wei yi jie ju jiu shi wu zhi jing de deng shi bu shi bu guan ai shang shen me ren ye yao tian chang di jiu
e ll'ammor... Ogni cos ch' vir ca e na storia ca' po parla... ...Gente povera e nobilta, guerra e figl ca s'n vann, ma c'sta qualch cos' e chiu... Fore
: I'm bored I'm the chairman of the bored, I'm a lengthy monologue I'm livin' like a dog I'm bored I bore myself to sleep at night I bore myself in
: In a quaint French restaurant In a village at dark Waitress sings, I picked a violet from my mothers grave. In the streets the children play Like
: He gets up in the darkness And he calls out, "Where am I?" He looks down from the heavens And he's tired of the sky Five hundred lonely years ago
: time is my worst fear. eternity in here if you can't deal with where you're at now, why did you stay here so long? {time is my worst fear eternity
: My weekdays So busy its my schedule Well giving in my apartments just as full Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls And now that?s rigid than
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We're talking into corners Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway
With nothing better to do No one to come home to I woefully conclude To take it out on you I'm bored to the extreme This world of foolish dreams Disillusion
What's the problem with the human race? With someone like you, no matter where I turn I can't escape your double face Don't want to listen to the radio
Over and over I keep wondering why Then I give up and see that look in your eyes 'Cause if I trip and fall, I'll be to blame And if I hit the wall, I'
There's better ways to let me know Leave a message, slip a note In a place I'll never find Should be careful of what you say Could all catch up to you